The next morning, Salem showed Syryn around the alchemy workroom. The half-elf pointed out Syryn's side of the room where his alchemy base was kept clean and dust-free, waiting for Syryn's return. It was too bad that he couldn't remember anything about alchemy or medicine.
"Syryn, why don't you assist me today? It might help jog your memory a little. And if it doesn't, at least you'll have learnt something."
"I probably won't remember anything but I'll be happy to assist," the mage replied.
A heavy-duty cauldron was already on the stove. Long slender fingers turned on the fire and closed the lid of the cauldron.
"Today, we'll brew a very special potion so pay close attention to my instructions," Salem said to Syryn as he began to set ingredients on the work table.
"Do you see the weighing scale there?"
"Mmm."
